Affirmed...

A bitch took my final drag off a cig Saturday at 5 o’clock in the morning. The pack was finished and, even though a bitch had stated that my new smoking free existence would begin Monday June 26th, the moment was there and needed to be seized.

With the assistance of some gum-esque shit…which a bitch isn’t fond off and only hits in moments of extreme weakness…this bitch is doing okay.

Today’s bitchfirmation (said while admiring my afro in the mirror)…The challenge has yet to be created that this black woman can’t meet and overcome. Know that simple truth as you know your own name and go onwith your bad self!

Thank you to everyone for the encouragement and advice! Y’all are the best.

48 hours in and currently detoxifying with Mango/Lemon beverage-based yumminess and iced green tea…

hey, congrats! that's terrific. quitting smoking is one of the hardest things i've done in my life. coffee, drinking buttloads of water, exercising, and chewing on toothpicks were what helped me. i've linked to ya, btw. i like your blog lots.

I smoked for 15 years, and at the end I was smoking over a pack a day of Pall Mall Reds, you know, the unfiltered ones. In 1989, after I turned 29, I quit and have never regretted it for a moment. It was killing me and, at that time I worked in a two story building and it was just too embarrassing for a 29-soon-to-be-30-year-old woman to have to be winded by a flight of stairs. I frown just thinking about it. Quitting smoking is one of the best things I've ever done for myself, closely followed by divorcing a bad man and giving up certain other bad habits.